Words whether written with warmth or described deep in darkness may reflect our inner truths giving over to heartfelt emotion thus defining our humanness.

NEW HEAVEN NEW EARTH

What if we loved without condition

What if we held no bias

What if we lived with freedom

What if we refused to be pious

Would we suffer from lack

Or feelings of life amiss

Or would we be wealthy perhaps

In healthy happy bliss

The sun provides it's rays to us

Ne'er hoping to hear

Your gratitude and thanks, though

It continues through the year

The ocean provides us breath

Which we cannot live without

It never requests a penance

Freely giving removes all doubt

The forest trees share life as well

Taking in our waste

Never fearing hurtful pain

At our thankless passing haste

Are we not more than trees?

Can we not shine as sun

Does water overwhelm ability

Of our race with fear be done

I would see an earth

Where hurt we do no more

When humans choose to love the other

As heart's sweet paramour

No more a passing judgment

On an unknown passer by

No more a fear of loss of love

From those dear whom we keep nigh

Nay instead we would see

The heart of human life

We would cease from blaming guilt

And end our worrisome strife

Oh what a world we would be

If love we choose to do

Accepting beauty in imperfection

Not toll presumed we're due

This would be a planet I

Would never want to leave

And perhaps our hearts would join

To share in this belief

All my love dear sweet world

May I add to you

Ne'er again blaming within

I remove all guilt from you

I seek life and peace and love

A hippy I nay not be

Merely a survivor who

Wants love so to be free

But give I must this love of which

I speak unto you

Share I shall this warming joy

That fills me through and through

And perhaps on this day

A change will come to be

The new heaven the new earth

Forever more we love us free

Words With Rhyme

Straight-from-consciousness word vomit occurs, for me, when I'm in the highest of highs or the lowest of lows. A compilation of Morbid Muses and Lovable Lines can be found in this collection of oddly timed and certainly not perfectly rhymed, poems, most of which were written accidentally.

Words in the light or the dark of night written in plight not spelled with spite, make up my Morbid Muses. They are not for the faint of heart.

The Grey

Oh The dullnessI hate the greyAlas The fullnessWithin the fray

Beckons backIt's former friendWhen life was horrorWas clear the end

A solace cameWithin my plightWhen believed I the worldWas black and white

And now with peaceComes certaintyAnd this I fearSets me free

Gilded cage isBut warm stillComfort of knownAre now feelings ill

Peace is newTerritory unchartedFear is constant And the race to dart it